I’m hoping it won’t be stepping over any bounds to say that Thalia and her Vati have spent the past several months working on some storybooks (if so, expect redactions in the morning, I suppose). They tell of The Noble Adventures of Georges and Jean-Luc, and are (so far as I have seen and read) charming.
The thing about them is, Thalia writes the stories and G. R. T. does the illustration. This is, I am assured, a wise division of labor.
But. Thalia HAS done some illustration in the past, and whilst going through some older pictures on my laptop this week, I came across proof of the fact.
There was a day, nigh-on two and a half years ago now, when the two of us declared that we would Draw Pictures of Poetic Merit for the Baby Loon (now a much older Loon! We shall have to call her something else) and mail them to her.
The pictures were duly drawn, but were never sent.
Our apologies, dear
Baby Loon. Here they are now, better late (we hope?) than never.
After she had drawn Methuselah with ice cream, a camel, and a tent, and I had drawn a peacock, a pelican, a phoenix, and an albatross around a cross, we were in a sort of groove. So we kept drawing.
The latter pictures weren’t necessarily meant to go together, but I find it amusing that the Jameson family crest (shown here according to the whiskey brand variation; typically there are 3 ships and a bugle) and the tale of the Nancy Bell are both rather maritimey in nature. I suppose one could indeed say that James of the Nancy Bell is indeed Sine Metu: Without Fear! Without any Dutch courage involved, even.
“Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo’sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain’s gig!”